Walk to your window tonight,
As all the words I could not tell you.
Autumn’s golden harp whispering ocean into stillness,
As all the secrets I could not share with you.
Look over the bay,
Million lights twinkle across the night,
As all the smiles I have not given you.
It was not what I told you,
It is what I did not.
A lonely gunner on dead-Guard,
Watching you cross to the other side,
On your way home.
Safe. Distant. Not mine.
A single rain-drop fall.